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Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Evil, no, I can't feel it,
Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Coz I'm the ghost of the system.
Nullify the threat, the angsty vex,
Saints got your back, good karma protects,
The god of the state got them locked inside,
The perilous psyche, the dangerous mind,
Jehovah's chambers are the cells of saviour,
Keeping them inside where they can't hurt you,
Touch you, hurt you, Ill fate you,
Kill the saints of virtue.
Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Evil, no, I can't feel it,
Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Coz I'm the ghost of the system.
Evading all the hate as the love propagates,
The flowers they bloom beneath hells gates,
The beauty it grows through the pain of the land,
Now you see the virtue of a dead man,
It's a world above and below it's so ruff,
But up here you can't be touched,
They can't take you to the grave with the brute of a blade,
Coz the evil is tamed and the beast is slain.
Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Evil, no, I can't feel it,
Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Coz I'm the ghost of the system.
I'm the ghost of the system and they can't hurt me,
I'm the state apparition and they can't hold me.
The hoods and sneakers, grim reapers,
Urban creepers, pain givers,
They can't get close coz I'm the ghost,
The apparition of faith and hope.
Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Evil, no, I can't feel it,
Pain, no, I can't feel it,
Fear, no, I can't feel it,
Hate, no, I can't feel it,
Coz I'm the ghost of the system.